I Am Water

The dark Goddesses conspire in your favor.

I breathed my prayer into the cedar I burned in ceremony.  The wind took the pungent smoke and invocation to the Gods. The drums pulsated and rhythmic chanting  casted a spell. Dark Goddesses did you cackle when you heard my plea?

The Goddesses are literal and will fulfill what you ask.  They heard my prayer and delivered their sentence.  They sent me the fire that burnt me to the bone.  The Crone instructed me to temper the fire, but the fire consumed my soul and I am ashes.   Did she know the fire was too strong for me to hold? Is she that cruel? Or did I get what I summoned and I am to blame.

I am the cause of my own pain.  I keep opening the wound over and over and revisiting the past.  It will never heal if I do not leave it alone.  I now pray to the Goddess of Compassion,  Kuan Yin.  Will she help fill the hole in my soul? Or is the gash there for all eternity and I am to walk around exposed and vulnerable?

No, I think I am my own Goddess and I will heal this pain when I finally look upon myself and realize that I am enough and I am water.